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Makes me happy.

I have consumed two doubleshots already this morning and am working my way through a venti caffeine beverage. I have every intention of sending the minions out for more, once I run out.

No. I don't think this makes me appear like a overworked uber yuppy. I also do not believe it lends a air of importance to me as I sit, feebly typing at my desk, propping my eyelids open. Acting as if I pulled some sort of important all-night duty.

It just makes me happy because it keeps me alive, breathing and only two steps away from stimulant induced hysteria.

It's going to be a memorable day.

I realize that memorable is probably a very bad choice of words. "Hellish" might be more accurate. Followed closely by "nerve-wracking", "freakish" and "agodawfulnightmare". But, this is my positive face.

Did I mention that caffeine leaves me strangely illogical?! (Only when coupled with three hours of sleep and a stringe of hopelessly dreadful days preceeding the consumption of said epic proptions of stimulus.)

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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